Masquerade

Lyrics by C.G. Ryche 

V.1
Lonely walk, with only my shadow,
Crimson thorns, guide my path.
As I bore their secrets to the pouring rain,
I feel the sorrow, of the Martyr’s wrath.    

V.2
I see a world, divided in pain,
The heresies of the blind man’s charade.
Distant eyes, admire their disguise,
As I find myself, in this . . .

Ch. 1
Masquerade,
Wearing masks to impress the mass, is a hell of a price to pay! (2X)
In this Masquerade . . .

V.3
Entourage, in a jaded ballroom,
Hide in masks, and parading as muse.
You play along, to this narcissistic madness,
But something is wrong, when the mirror turns on you!

V.4
You’re all alone, without a savior or a hero,
Lost in a world, a victim of pain.
You’re only hope is to escape this tragic ending,
Before you lose yourself, in this Masquerade . . .

Ch. 2
Masquerade,
Wearing masks to impress the mass, is a hell of a price to pay! (2X)
In this Masquerade . . .

***GTR Solo***

Ch. 3
Lonely walk, with only my shadow,
Crimson thorns, guide my path.
As I bore their secrets to the pouring rain,
I feel the sorrow… of the IronWrath.